The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-07-01

CLARENCE RESCCES AMOS.
The little sufferer made no complaint
on the road, though at times his pain
was excruciating. Rose and her
mother met Clarence, who bore the
sick child in his arms. The cleanest.
whitcst sheets, the sOftest bed and pill
lows were prepared for him.
Little Amos was too much exhausted
to speak his gratitude. but from his
pale face. and sad eyes. came the ex-
pressions of thanks. A smile spread
over the wasted features, worn by suf-
fering, and he whispered:
They come here now-,hey'l come
again"
"Who will come, little dear?" asked
Mrs. Stuart.
1.-The angels-they come to me before
when ! was here, and now. when | die,
they will find me, because you are good
here, SO good"
"You will not die now, Amos, you
must get well again, and be happy and
hear the birds sing. and watch the
lambs play in the pasture. as you used
to do"
NO." said Amos, Il will never be
we'll again here, but oh, want to see
sister Helen. She went off with a
strange man, and she has been gone so
long. Oh, why don't she come back?"
"She will come back, Amos"
"But l am going to die. and l want
to see her before do"
you must not think of dying" said
the kind Mrs. Stuart.
1.-The doctor at the poor-hOuse said
must die, and want to see sister Helen
before / go; want to kiss her once
more and have her arms around me-"
''She will come home Monday" said
Mrs. Stuart. She had determined to
induce her husband to go on Helen's
bond should she be committed by. the
magistrate. The preliminary eNamin-
alton would be on Monday next. and
she could then be bailed out, if not
acquitted.
Amos wanted to know when it would
be Monday. and Mrs. Stuart said it
would be only two days more. She
called her husband in the room to see
the little sick boy. Beneath that rugged
exterior the farmer had a kind heart,
and tears gathered in his eyes as he be-
held the little sufferer.
He sent Will, his youngest son. to
Newton for the best physician, and
took seat by the bedside Of the little
cripple.
"You look better. now" said the
boy, who noticed the change in Mr..
Stuart. lyon don't frOwn at me any
more, you are not mad at Amos now"
mo, my little boy. l was never mad
at YOU"
Every thing is so bright; lam sure l
am going to die. because every body is
better. and the angels are coming"
No. no. Amos. you will not die; you
must live. and 1 will give you a pony
and some little lambs. and you shall
stay here all the time"
The prospects Of life were 50 bright
at these promises that the face grew
hopeful.
The doctor came, and Mr.. Stuart met
him in the hall.
Save that child, if possible, doctor !;
if you have to devote every hour Of
your time to him." Mr.. Stuart felt
now that his stubbornness had been the
cause of all this misery. He hated the
proud Mrs. Arnold and her tales of
mild scandal.
The doctor said there was but little
hope. Amos might live. but it was very
doubtful.
Little Amos would sleep a few
moments, and then awake and ask if it
was Monday. had Helen come: ooh,
would she come before he died?"
The fatal Monday came The doctor
came at one o'clock, and announced
that the child could not live long-that
he was dying even then.
Il know it." the little cripple said.
The angels are waiting to take me
away" Then his face would light up
with a smile that seemed nothing less
than reflection of the beams from the
open gates of Paradise. There is only
one thing l want" ne said.
..What is that?' asked Mrs. Stuart.
Tell me what You wish. little dear,
and if it is in my power. it shall be
granted"
/ want to see sister Helen and tell
her goodbye. just let me see her
once more before l go, that l can tell
father and mother she is happy"
Who could deny the request of the
dying child. Clarence was ordered to
harness the swiftest horse to the light
est vehicle and drive. without regard to
hose-fesh, to the village. He must
stop the trial and bring Helen there at
all hazards. and to say that he, Mr..
Stuart. would be responsible for the
prisoner.
1--WE minutes later Clarence was
driving lSs swift-footed Prince at
dead run toward Newton.